Glendarama, what's your drama?

I'm about to find out. In a few short hours, my sister, Glendy, who is coming in for my daughter's birthday party, will be landing at LAX - an answered prayer in and of itself given that American Airlines has canceled flights to and from Chicago, and without prayer, she would have 100% been booked on one of those flights. Trust me, no one knows "drama" like Glendy knows drama.

Anyway, we're all really excited - my girls love her and I don't know about you, but anytime I get around my sister, I revert to childhood. When we were little girls, we used to play these ridiculous little games, like "Sharks" and "Hot Lava," both of which required one of us to run and jump onto the couch while the other kicked and flailed wildly trying to keep the runner off - we made them up all by ourselves - don't ask me why - I guess we really needed an older brother. And then there was "tetanus shot," where one of us poked the other in the arm and chanted, "tetanus shot." I'm pretty sure this game was born when Glendy had to go get a tetanus shot and she was scared. Being the supportive little sister that I was, I came up with the little chant to taunt her and it stuck. So now my youngest has her play "shot" at the ready to sneak up on "Aunt Glendy" and give her a tetanus shot.

It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt - and it's usually Glendy!